#So sad no one talk to me about football ever again and don't tell me who wins the euros I am DONE

[loyletomycapo]

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[thebestsetter]

- I wish you'd dedicate a goal to me

- What? - Rin asked as he stared at the girl

- I said - (Name) said while not taking her eyes off the horror movie her and Rin were watching - I wish you'd dedicate a goal to me. Ya know, like Bachira does to his girlfriend - she sighed dreamly - or Isagi. Hell, even Kaiser dedicates his goals to his girlfriend.

- Hm - Rin said, taking his eyes off her and looking back at the TV - that's kinda stupid. Everyone knows you're dating me, so why would I need to do that? The game should continue as quickly as possible, so it would just be a waste of time.

The girl finally looked at him. If he stopped paying attention to that movie and decided to look at her too, he'd see the sad look in her eyes. The girl sighed again (this time, out of disappointment) and got up from the sofa.

- Hey, where are you going? - Rin said, finally pausing the movie (just as the main character was almost getting caught by the big, bad and scary monster) and looking at her again

- I'm going to bed - she responded. Quick, short and emotionless. Exactly the opposite of what her answers should be

- Then I'm going too - Rin got up from the sofa, kind of grateful that she made him turn off that horrible movie (he liked horror movies, but this one was ridiculous. The monster looked like phlegm and the script looked like it was written on colored paper with crayons by a 5 year old)

- Hm - she hummed, and the teal eyed boy was starting to get uncomfortable with her responses (or the lack of them)

Without another word, the couple went to their shared bedroom. (Name) sat down on the bed and decided to spend the next 30 minutes surfing the internet and liking some cute cat videos, while Itoshi went to the bathroom to shower (the last time he had taken a shower was in the morning, before breakfast. Yucky!).

When he finally locked the door, (Name) suddenly got a call from her best friend. She decided to pick up, since the girl always knew exactly how to cheer her up

- Hey (Name)!

- Hey.

- Okay, You can stop giving me that attitude, young lady. What happened?

Sighing for the third time in a span of 30 minutes, (Name) decided to tell her about the disgreement with her boyfriend.

- So yeah, I got kinda sad. He basically said our relationship was a waste of time, you know?

- I can't believe that bastard really said that. "That's stupid". If anything, he's the stupid one! - she said, mocking Rin by mimicking his voice. A very poor imitation, may I add. But it made you giggle, and that was exactly what she wanted - can't believe you're still going to his game tomorrow!

- Yeah - you said, a lot more happy thanks to the conversation with her - But can you blame me? VIP session, baby! - you both chuckled

- True. Well, I have to get going - she said, sadly cutting your convo short - I have a job interview tomorrow, since not all of us date a football player - she playfull rolled her eyes - but it was amazing talking to you!

- You always know how to make me smile. Thanks.

- Don't mention it! If he ever pulls any shit like that again, just break up with him OR don't hesitate to call me. I'll kick his ass for making my pookie wookie sad - she answered, using that ridiculous nickname you begged her to stop using

- Will do - you smiled - now go to sleep. You need to be in good form tomorrow!

- I'll get that job opportunity, you'll see.

- I don't doubt you one bit

- Bye, good night!

- Night! - (Name) said, turning the call off and finally going to sleep with a calmer mind.

What she didn't expect, however, was that Rin was hearing every. second. of. the. call.

It's not like he wanted to hear it, he just happened to be attently listening to every word (Name) said and trying to understand what her friend said too. It's not his fault his gf uses speaker mode!

The Itoshi got out of the bathroom and stared at the phone with a dumbfolded expression, not believing ehat he had just heard.

"I can't believe (Name) got mad because of that" because of me, is what he really thought, but he decided to lie to himself claiming that "it wasn't his fault"

- ...why are you looking at my phone like that? - the girl said after being woken up by the light coming out of the bathroom.

- Like what?

- Like that!

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Okay then. If you're acting stupid to make me angry, congratulations! It's very effective

- I'm not acting stupid

- You're right! You're not acting stupid, you are stupid

- Hold on - he put his hands in front of his body - are you seriously mad at me for not wanting to dedicate you a goal?

- Wow! What a genius!

- Not a fan of the attitude

- Not a fan of you being an asshole

Rin decided that arguing was useless. Afterall, you were always very sarcastic when mad, so any efforts to make you less angry were fruitless. There was only one way to solve this argument, and Rin already knew what he was gonna do. So, he finally decided to lay in bed.

- Nuh uh, you're sleeping on the couch tonight.

- What?! You wouldn't do this to me.

- Yep, I would. Couch. Now.

Yeah. He had to solve this shit fast.

"And there he goes again, Rin Itoshi dominating the field once more! "

He was at the top of his game today. It almost made you pity the other team, really. Two goals in the first half of the game is a big deal. And, sadly, none of them were dedicated to you. Not that you were expecting it. You knew how stubborn Rin was, but you were just as (if not even more) petty.

So, you decided you would leave the game early. You wish he could see you leaving, but he would notice your absence sooner or later.

- Wow, this game just keeps getting more interesting! A penalty for the team led by Rin Itoshi, and it looks like he will be the one to shoot it. I'm sure he wants to score a hat trick, so that's his chance! And he isn't someone who loses his chances often.

He sure isn't. Because, the moment he grabbed the ball, he looked at your chair, eyes sparkling and almost pleading for you to watch him. And even though you wanted to leave him alone, something inside of you told you to wait. So, you decided to humor him for a bit.

"The ref blows the wistle. Itoshi looks at the ball, runs and... GOALLLL!!!! A hat trick from the one and only Rin Itoshi, ladies and gentleman!"

You rolled your eyes, cause you knew he wouldn't lose this, and decided to finally leave. Afterall, your gut was wrong. Nothing extraordinary happened. Or at least you thought nothing did.

- Love, wait!

No way. Rin freaking Itoshi was not jumping the fence separating the field from the stands just to get to you.

- This goal was for you, ya know?

This wasn't happening, right? He for sure wasn't hugging your waist so tight it was making you red (yes, of course your red face was only caused by the lack of air filling your lungs because of his grip. Of course you weren't feeling shy or anything)

- I didn't think dedicating you a goal was necessary because I thought you knew all of my goals were and are for you. Everything I do is for you. I love you. And since I love you, you don't deserve only a goal: you deserve a whole ass hat trick. This is for you, love.

You were crying. In front of thousands eyes and in front of the television. The whole world could see your ugly crying red face, but you strangely couldn't care less. Not when Rin was closing the distance between your faces, and specially not when the striker was kissing you with so much passion it made you wanna cry even more. And so, you laugh.

- Yeah, you're not sleeping on the couch again tonight.

~ A/N: not proof read, so sorry for any mistakes!!! Also, the friend got the job after the interview 👍

Masterlist

[snowsinterlude]

summary: snow was always ready to help you with your 'boy problems'. however, you didn't knew it would be with his fingers inside of you.

c.w: cheating, modern au, cuck!sejanus, fingering, squirting, coriolanus x reader, massage (hips, thighs, ass.), tear licking, forced kissing.

putting your phone to the side, you anxiously started to shake your leg, something you did ever since you were a child.

you were at your mom's best friend house, on the room of your long time best friend, coriolanus.

now, for more context: your boyfriend sejanus plinth was getting on your nerves. it isn't so hard to be a good boyfriend. was he cheating on you? god. that's the only plausible reason for him to be acting like a douchebag.

"cory," you called, and he hummed back in response, having him just left the bath, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants only. as he passed deodorant and you closed your eyes shut as you inhaled on the marvellous smell that you silently wished was of your boyfriend, you spoke again. "my thighs are hurting."

"stop shaking your leg then, maybe it will stop."

"or you can give me a massage? please. please please please, swear i'll do anything you want later." you said.

"okay." he sighed, sitting on the side of his bath as his hands started to work. "where does it hurt?" he asked, already massaging both your thighs.

"the right one, from the hip to the knee."

"you feel more pain than my grandma, god." he hummed, massaging your hips.

"fuck you" you answered, recieving a surprised look and a slap on the ass. "ouch! what the-"

"i'm giving you a massage, you can't 'fuck you' me." he said, massaging the place he slapped.

god, was he really massaging your ass?

he was. ah, he was! and it felt so good, his hands grabbing on your thighs and your ass, on your hips too. how could someone's hand feel so good?

the moment he massaged your inner thighs, you had to bite your lip back from moaning or laughing- you wish your boyfriend did those things like coryo did. you wish.

"sorry." you said, in a beeathy moan.

"ok. how's it going with the plinth boy?" he asked.

"what?"

"for you to be looking like a sad worm, he must've done something."

"he's a douchebag. he can be so dumb sometimes! seriously how can you prefer to play footbal than spend time with your girlfriend?" you said. "but i dont want to talk about it."

"you teased e lucky you know."

coryo let out a shaky breath. his cock felt tight on his pants as he massaged your hips and butt. so soft and — somehow — giggly. how could it be any better?

"wanna talk about how soft your ass is?" he asked, grabbing it into his whole hand.

you laughed, heartbeating fast as you looked at him.

you want to suck him so badly.

"i know my ass is soft." you hummed, as he kissed your shoulder and made you shiver. "don't need you to tell me."

"do i need to tell you your panties are drenched?" he whispered, a grin on his face. you shoved your head on the pillows as you hugged it.

"shut up. just do what you're doing now." you hummed back.

and he did. fingers pressing on your flesh, from the hips to your thighs. and then, his fingers teasing your pussy through your wet panties made you look at him as if begging him to stop- stop before you started acting like a bitch.

you were already acting like one, melting as his digit teased you.

"cory, stop-" you pleaded, tearing up. "sej is your friend. he adores you-"

"not my fault he can't be a good boyfriend for you. i'm just helping you, dear." he said. you sobbed quietly.

"but you're his best friend, i can't do that to him-"

"i'm just the only person he can call a friend. not my fault no one likes him."

"i like him."

"charity doesn't count."

"it isn't charity!"

"yeah, keep telling yourself that. dating the loser boy who doesn't know how to eat a pussy out and never had a girlfriend doesn't give you a good person pass, babe."

you pouted, feeling guilty. you knew he was right. yoy started hanging out with sejanus cause you knew he didn’t had any friends. then, you didn't know how to say "no" when he asked you on a date. nor when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

snow's free hand went to your face, holding it firmly as he licked your tear, kissing your shut closed lips- somehow you thought that kissing someone else just made the cheating worse.

then his finger entered you, and you had to open your mouth to gasp for air, enough for his tongue to enter your lips and for him to kiss you. it was so perverted, you just had to kiss him back.

telling yourself it was not your fault, you couldn't help but clench around his fingers when his thumb rubbed against your clit and his middle finger entered you. with your skirt rolled up for him to massage you, and your panties pulled aside for him to finger you, he was more than happy to say it wasn't your fault even if it was.

"i know it feels good, dear. you don't have to pretend it doesn't." he said, kissing your neck, sucking on your skin.

"s..shut up, snow."

"as you wish." he chuckled, fastening his fingers just enough for you to moan against his mattress.

"cory!" his mom called, it wasn't enough for him to stop fingering you though. "your friend is here!"

"who?" he asked, kissing your ass cheek. it felt tingly.

"the plinth's son!" if you could see the way snow grinned, you wouldn't be scared. god, with the way you were right now you would be on his dick in the bat of an eye.

snow smiled devilishly as he thought of being caught red-handed. with his eyes travelling your whole body, he knew what to do.

"tell him to come here." he yelled back, fastening his fingers and kissing you as he heard the wet sounds of your pussy.

"snow!" you cried out, your pussy clenching tight on his fingers. deep inside you, you were excited from the same thought of being caught.

it didn't took much for you to cum on his hand. unfortunately for you, you weren't as quiet as you should be, moaning against his lips as your cunt clenched tight on his fingers, squirting enough to let a stain in his sheets.

then, you heard the door opening, and the sight of your legs open for snow's hand as he tongue kissed you was enough for your poor, virgin, excuse of an boyfriend to have an erection.

then you looked at him, teary eyes from the orgasm and lips red from the kiss. god, it was the funniest sight for coriolanus.

who would know sejanus plinth would have an erection for being cheated on?

"hello, sejanus." he said. finally, he took his fingers out of you, only to taste them on his mouth. you cried out in humiliation and excitement. finally you had an excuse to break up with sejanus.

"hello."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Big Boss II

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're not just Not-Wolfsburg's Big Boss

You're a very good Big Boss.

You know this because Coach Emma and your mothers tell you so.

Sometimes though, you wish you weren't the Big Boss of Chelsea.

Specifically, now.

You wiggle happily in your seat as you sit in a video review session. The team are playing Arsenal at the weekend and you swing your legs back and forth as some of your favourite players appear on the screen.

"That's Daan!" You tell Jessie and Niamh. "She's so cool!"

Niamh looks at you a little wounded. "Cooler than us?"

You give her a look. "Of course! 'Cause she's Arsenal."

"Maybe tone down the love, princesse," Momma laughs as she moves to sit in your seat, swinging you up into her lap," We're still Chelsea here."

You sigh. "Why? Morsa says that if I love something I should let people know."

"I think she meant someone's cooking or a game, not one of our rivals."

"But why?"

"Well..." Momma has to think for a second. "Because being a good Big Boss means that you have to take into account other people's feelings. Jessie and Niamh might feel sad if you keep talking about Arsenal."

You hadn't thought about that before so you slump in Momma's lap.

"Sorry," You murmur. You shouldn't lie but if it's to save someone's feelings you think it's okay like that time Morsa lied about how your cookies tasted even though you know that you put salt in one of them by accident.

You wiggle on Momma's lap excitedly though at the thought of seeing the Arsenal girls again. Leah and Katie are super cool and Jill's tall so you climb up onto her shoulders so you can be tall too. Beth and Daan are extra special though because every time you see them, they give you a juice box and a snack.

You kick your legs out a little as you wonder what snacks Daan will give you this time.

"That's Leah!" You say before turning around in Momma's lap to peek over her shoulder at Morsa," Is she better than you?"

Morsa chokes a little bit, thumping her chest as she coughs. "What?"

"Cause you and her play the same position," You explain like Morsa's slow," Is she better than you?"

"Princesse," Morsa says in shock," What makes you think she's better than me?"

You shrug. "Dunno. That's why I'm asking."

"Just because she's Arsenal doesn't mean she's better than me," Morsa says," I'm one of the best."

"Was just asking!" You defend, sticking your tongue out," Momma says that if I ever wonder about something it's better to ask!"

When game day rolls around, you're very excited.

You're excited for every match day but especially against Arsenal. You get up extra early and go downstairs to play with your toys while Morsa and Momma wake up. You thought about going to the Big Bed but you know that you would just fall asleep and you want to be awake for the game today.

"Seeing the Arsenal girls," You tell Morsa when she asks what's got you so hyper," They're my favourite!"

She groans like she always does when you proclaim your love for Arsenal.

Momma laughs before going serious. "I know the Arsenal girls are your friends, princesse," She says," But this is very serious, okay? You can't tell them anything about how we're going to be playing, okay?"

Your brow furrows. "Why?"

"Well, because then the match won't be any fun for anyone and we all play football because it's fun, don't we?"

You think about that for a moment. It makes sense. You love playing football. You can't imagine what it would be like for it not to be fun anymore. "Okay, I won't tell."

"You're a good secret keeper," Momma says," I have no doubts you'll do very well."

You puff out your chest in pride as the car comes to a stop and you all get out.

You don't really understand why you all have to check the pitch because it's the same every time but Momma and Morsa make you.

"Daan!" You cry out, immediately detaching yourself from Morsa to run over. You stumble a little bit before crashing into her arms.

"Hey there!" Daan laughs as she swings you around. You settle happily on her hip and she pulls a Freddo Frog out of her pocket that you munch happily on.

She walks you both over to a bigger group of Arsenal girls and you high five everyone.

"That's a nice shirt," Daan says, pulling it down from where it's ridden up," What does it mean?"

"Means I'm the Big Boss!" You boast, puffing out your chest," I'm the best Big Boss 'cause Momma and Morsa tells me so."

"Oh, wow," Daan says with the perfect amount of awe at your status," I wish we had a big boss."

You look around quickly and bite at your lip. Momma and Morsa made you promise not to blab about Not-Wolfsburg tactics to Arsenal but they said nothing about helping them.

"I can be your Big Boss!" You say," But you have to ask my Momma and Morsa 'cause I'm only little and they still make lots of my choices."

Daan laughs but brings you over to where Momma and Morsa are milling about on the other side of the pitch.

"Momma," You say because you know she's more likely to give you what you want," Can I be the Big Boss for Arsenal today?"

She seems to catch on to what you're doing because she shrugs. "I don't know. Why don't you ask your Morsa?"

"Morsa, please?"

"Trying to pinch my daughter, van de Donk?" Morsa says," That's low."

Daan shrugs. "I'll give her back?"

"See that you do." Morsa presses a kiss to your forehead before letting Daan take you away.

You make sure to be just as firm as you always are because Coach Emma always tells you that being firm is the best way to get a team to play good so, just because you love Arsenal, doesn't mean you go easy on them.

"Run! Run! Run!" You order," Hurry up! Stop being slow!"

You cross your arms over your chest firmly and stamp your foot on the ground.

"Faster!" You yell," Or my Morsa's gonna catch you and she's not going to let you win!"

[velvetreds]

fake dating ft. oliver aiku

wc; 735

cws; gn!reader, angst ending, aiku is a bitc, hurt no comfort, situationship vibes, may make a p2 . not proofread .

fake dating with oliver aiku!

except you're actually falling in love.

i mean at first it's a win-win thing — everyone gets along with aiku, but they're also really fucking scared of him, so they stop bothering you or hitting on you. meanwhile, aiku's fangirls also lessen (to a certain degree). not to mention, he's also giving you a(n admittedly small) chunk of his big fat football player salary. still, it's like 100k yen per month, who could possibly be stupid enough to say no? not you, of course.

you're not sure when exactly you start regretting all of this — maybe it's when the pet names used for show sneak into your private conversations, or maybe it's that one day you realise that whenever he's done with a match, the first thing he does is look for you. maybe it's when you actually start caring about how you present yourself to him, maybe it's when he starts spending nights at yours.

however, thinking of the past and regretting your choices doesn't quite change the position you're in right now, losing your shit and sobbing your eyes out. you hate yourself for ever thinking anything good would come of this. at least he won't see you like this, you think-

but then your front door opens and closes, and shit, maybe you shouldn't have given him one of your extra keys, because now he's halfway down the hall, and you're feverishly wiping at your eyes to maybe look a bit more presentable. but also you're like, really good at all this- hiding your feelings and such. so when he's finally in your room, there's a cheery smile on your face as you greet him.

"hey," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. you feel a quick kiss pressed to your cheek, a light brush of stubble, before he pulls back to show you what he's holding. "look, i gotchu some candy."

"thank you," you say. you're not quite sure what to feel — none of this is supposed to be real, so why is he acting like a boyfriend in private too? you wish he would go away so you can rot with your feelings in peace again. "you really didn't have to."

"i wanted to," he grins, then looks at you seriously again. "you can drop the act now, by the way."

"what act?" what the hell is he talking about?

"why are you sad?" he asks, pulling you to your bed. he falls back onto th mattress, and you sit down on the edge, beside him.

"i'm not," you lie.

"dude, you look like you're gonna cry." all six feet and three inches of oliver aiku is sprawled out across your bed as he attempts — in vain — to have a heart-to-heart conversation with his fake partner.

"fuck off." your voice breaks.

"you gotta tell me what's wrong," he says with a shrug. he doesn't look at you.

"i just can't do it anymore," you say, taking in a huge breath. "any of this."

"why not?"

"i don't know what's real anymore," you say forlornly.

"what, like schizophrenia?" oliver asks, sitting up.

"no, what the hell! i meant, whatever the fuck we're doing."

"what about it? it's just for a bit more, now."

"yeah, but you keep acting like my boyfriend when you don't need to, and i— i like you!"

"oh," says oliver, and you know it's over. "i'm sorry, y/n, i really am."

you look away, unable to bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"i don't think we should continue this," he adds when you remain silent, and you nod, ashamed of the tears prickling at your eyes. oliver aiku, perceptive as always, notices it and turns to you.

"i'm not saying that i don't want to date you, just... i'm not ready for a committed relationship right now, you get me? you're gorgeous and amazing and all, it's just me who's the problem."

"it's okay, i understand," you reply. the floor is suddenly much more interesting than it ever was before, and if you look into his multicoloured eyes, the ground will turn into lava, and you into stone, and the world will explode.

oliver aiku pats your shoulder, once, then gets up and walks away. the bag of candy is bunched up in one of your hands; the other fists the material of you — no, his jersey. you should've never said yes.

yeah idk ab this one. angst yum yum. um. err. part 2 where they make up maybe

[bloodyjuls-blog]

Goodbye my lover

Leah Williamson X Reader (y/n)

I suggest to listen to this song: goodbye my lover by James Blunt.

⚠️Warning ⚠️ Angst, sad. The baby's picture makes sense but it's not related to sadness story with the baby.

"Y/n this can't continue like this, things have changed a lot and I think the best thing for us is to get divorced"... Leah said very seriously while y/n's tears began to form around her eyes.

"If that's what you want, that's fine, but let it be clear that I wanted to fight against everything and be able to make you and the little one happy" I said between sobs. To tell the truth, my mental health was in shit, in the deepest hole, and the fact that I now have to go through a divorce makes it much worse. What worries me most lately is my physical health has also worsened and Leah's anger towards me makes our friends hate me, not to mention my job at the club. It is more than logical that I will not be able to continue there.

Flashback

"Hey y/n, I want to talk to you about something, please come with me to the office," Jonas says calmly, like always. Once in the office "what I wanted to tell you is that as a club we are not going to tolerate any type of bad behavior not only at the level of colleagues and even less tolerate how you emotionally affect Leah and your son, we understand that you are going through hard times but I insist, Your behavior has bothered the management, and much to my regret I have to tell you that we no longer want you to be part of this squad, we wish you luck in everything and you have today to take your things. Regarding your settlement, you will be effective in a couple of weeks with the respective compensation" says Jonas seriously. "But Jonas, my personal things here have nothing to do with it," I said, a little shocked because I didn't feel like there was a logical reason to kick me out. I got ready to pick up my things while the girls were at the gym and I went home.

What a bad taste all that had left in my mouth. Once at home, I sit on the couch and watch any boring series while it's dinner time. I know Leah is having dinner with Lia while I talk to my agent about what happened.

Hours later Leah arrives with the little one and I smiled when I saw him, so beautiful and he is only 3 months old. My little one. I reached out to pick up the child. "Leah, I assume you know what happened today?" I commented to her, a little upset but hiding it because of the baby. "Yes, I made the suggestion and I don't regret it," she says, super annoyed. "But why did you do it?" I say a bit borderline. "Your life is getting out of your hands and you're not doing anything, this can't go on like this, I don't even want to see you in this house anymore. You know what? take your things and leave. Don't come back, eveeeer..."

End of the flashback

And here I am, in a park with the car parked while I think about what I'm going to do considering that she didn't even let me take out a coat or my wallet and my cell phone is about to turn off. While my mind was assimilating what was happening to me, I felt a very strong pain in my chest but I deduced that it was due to the stress of the situation. "When I thought I had it all, I ended up ruining it" "I'm worthless" "I couldn't take care of my family" "I'm sure she has someone else" "Will I ever see my child again?" "Arsenal realized that I was a failure as a footballer and decided to kick me out" "where will I go if I don't have anyone" "the girls at the club surely bow down to the captain" and more thoughts circulated through my mind as I cried and was consumed by the cold. It was clear that Leah's car had the best heating.

I decided to take the reins and go to a hotel and that has been 3 months ago. I can't stop thinking about how everyone is doing, the child, my wife or well, ex-wife, Amanda, Jacob, and all the people I appreciate even though they don't like me right now. I see my name in trashy magazines, that I take drugs, that I'm a slut, a drunk, etc. And the truth is that my behavior is erratic because most times during the day I am overthinking and I am attacked by remorse that leaves me at my lowest and so asleep. As if she were gone. I get a message from Leah...

My all and more <3

Y/n I need you to come home so I can serve you with the divorce papers so we can decide custody of the child.

I read the message with great sadness because that was not what I wanted for my little one. I have always idealized a happy family with everything it implies. How wrong I was.

I head to Leah's house and see a car in the garage that I've never seen before, nor did it belong to any girl at the club.

I rang the bell and a girl comes out with Sage in her arms "hello, good, eh, is Leah here?" "Are you the babysitter?" I ask timidly and softly. "No, you must be y/n her ex-wife?" "My pleasure, I'm Sophie, Leah's new partner, come into the living room and she'll come down," she tells me, between annoyed and angry. I head to the living room of what was once my home. "Hey Sophie, can I hold Sage?" She said calmly. "Of course not, Leah has given me orders not to do it" she tells me a little harshly. "Leah what?" "Girl, I'm the little one's mother and I have the same rights as her, you're crazy, let me take the little one please" "no y/n, you don't understand" and she goes with the baby to the second floor.

Leah comes down and looks quite upset.

"Hello y/n, as I told you in the message, here are the documents, sign them and you are free, what do you think about custody?" She says so calmly and taciturnly that it seems strange to me. I feel dizzy and with the same incessant pain in my chest, I want this to end now "whatever you think is appropriate, in the end you are the one who lives with him, but I want to see the baby" I said seriously. "You're not going to see it, and I think you should give me full custody, since I see that you don't even have a job, there's no point in being the perfect mom when you haven't even been able to maintain that," she tells me angrily. I feel more dizzy than before "You're absolutely right, apparently the baby wants a lot of Sophie and I'm no longer relevant to this family" I said a little hurt by the whole situation. "I'm going to let you see the baby today while you sign everything and then you forget about us," Leah says as she calls Sophie. Once I have Sage in my arms, I pamper him, give him kisses, hugs and gestures of love that will never come back. While I'm with the little one I feel like I'm slowly running out of air but I play dumb so I don't have to leave and raise suspicions about what's happening. The only person who knows is Lucy and Ona for obvious reasons. "Leah, can you bring me a glass of water please?" I said very slowly so she wouldn't notice my body discomfort. When she approaches with the glass I prepare to take it and she tells me in a worried tone "you look a little pale, are you okay?" "Yes, of course, I'm just a little tired, this child is very big and doesn't stop" "It's been a while since he was just born, I can't believe it" I say between nostalgia, sadness, concern for everything that is happening to me. "Oh okay" Leah tells me very calmly.

I feel a very strong puncture on the left side of my body, in my arm exactly. And the most sensible decision I make is to hand the child to Leah and prepare to leave. "Well Leah, it's time to go. I want you to know that you are doing very well as a mother. I know that the child will have a good education and upbringing. I would have liked to be a part of everything a little more but hey, that's life. And I hope you forgive me for not being enough. I know I never was. I hope with all my heart that your plans work out for you and you can be everything you set out to be" I say with labored breathing, tears but mostly because of the pain in the chest and arm that makes it impossible for me to stay upright. "It's a shame that everything ended like this, thank you for signing and for thinking about the little one's well-being," she says happily, as if he had lifted a weight off her shoulders. At that moment I noticed the hindrance I was causing to her. Not even 3 months and she had already found another one. I thought that while I moved my left arm and wrist to see if the pain would go away a little, nothing. I get up and go to the baby, I give him a kiss and wipe the tears from my eyes, I try to appear calm that I don't have inside.

And that's when the puncture makes me double over, but I try to hide it while I get in the car to head to my hotel. Which I can't because once I'm sitting behind the wheel I get more punctures in my heart and my breathing decreases drastically. For me it could have been an hour or five, the truth is I wasn't paying attention. What is true is that when I finally manage to get going, my heart feels strange, I was sweating as if I had played 90 more games, I felt tight, everything was burning. My neck, my back, my head, everything hurt and I was spinning. I felt strange, like I was in another body, my body is generally healthy. What was the purpose of all this, having depression, getting divorced, losing my son, my wife, missing the baby's first months, where he doesn't even consider me his mother. Losing my job, my friends, my club, my football. I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know how but I managed to get to the hotel and I feel like I'm on the verge of something strong, my heart hurts too much and not just because of the losses, physically too. And a lot. I'm starting to notice that my back is falling asleep, my arms feel weak. I decided to call the only person who knows what to do "come on Lucy, answer gal, damn it" I say to myself when I see that she doesn't answer me. I look at the clock and see the time is 3 in the morning. I know I'm having a massive heart attack but I can't do anything, I can't move. I call Leah and she answers me super angry "what do you want y/n?" "I wanted to hear your voice one last time, I'm sorry things ended like this, I wish you the best" I said, choked by pain. "You look strange, are you on drugs or something?" She says upset. "No, no. Forget it, I shouldn't have called you, it might be too late (not referring the hour but the life)" I said in a small voice. And I hung up and turned off the phone. I lay flat on the bed and fell unconscious with the only memory of an angry Leah and a wasted life.

[barcalover86]

Wsg love your post!!!

It would make my day if u wrote of post the reader is Pedri’s little sister but she’s dating Gavi. One day Pedri was playing FIFA with his friends on call, reader comes in his room pissed off bc she’s on her period. When Reader is on her period she’s very very bratty and mean, Pedri knew that so the minute that he Rolodex this he asked her if she was on her period,and she was so mad and left bc he ate all of her snacks. When Gavi asked Pedri if it was true that u we’re on ur period he bought readers favourite snacks and went to go cuddle with her and it’s just full of fluffff

Thank you!

Period problems - Pablo Gavi

2nd Masterlist

"What do you want, y/n!? You are getting on my nerves now!" Pedri said to you after 10 minutes of walking around the kitchen trying to find something for you to eat.

Your period came earlier and some big cramps were keeping you awake.

It was pretty late now, but your brother, Pedri, was playing FIFA in the living room with his footballer friends.

"Don't you have your own business to look out for?"

"Since you are distracting me of winning this game, I can tell you whatever I want."

You rolled his eyes. You wanted to tell him so bad that he was going to lose anyway, but you remained silent, knowing that your boyfriend, Gavi, was also there playing in his team.

"What are you even looking for?" he said annoyed after another 5 minutes of you walking around.

"Something to eat."

"This late?"

You were really annoyed this time.

"Yes, this late. I'm hungry, do you have a problem with it?"

"Yes, I do. Go grab yourself something and leave! You're making too much noise!"

"Well, if I had something, I would take it and go to my room. Don't you think I want to be alone too!? I just don't find my snacks.." you said the last part as a whisper, but Pedri heard you.

"What snacks?"

"Those that I bought yesterday."

"Oh, those snacks," he said chuckling.

"Do you know where they are?"

"In my tummy" Pedri said while laughing.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, I was hung-"

"I bought them!!! You had to ask me if you wanted to eat those! Now I don't have anything and I'm hungry!"

"C'mon, there's not a big deal, y/n. Now, can you leave? I want to continue the game and all of us are waiting for you to get done with all those.. moody things of yours.. so that we can finish this stupid match!"

"Pedri, hermano, don't shout at her!"

Pedri heard Gavi talking, but decided to ignore him.

"Not a big deal!? Seriously!? Of course it is not if you ate MY food!" you started to get really mad and tears were forming in your eyes.

"For real? Now you are crying? What now? Are you on your period?"

"Yes, I am! You are such a bad brother. You don't even know how it feels. I don't want to see you ever again!" you said before going to your room, sad, angry, hungry and with bad cramps.

Pedri rolled his eyes, but he felt bad for shouting at you, knowing that period was a serious subject and you were in pain.

"Is she on her period, Pedri?"

"Yes, Gavi. She is"

"Why did you yell at her like that!?"

"I didn't know, don't you think I'm sorry too?"

"I'm going to but those snacks for her now." he said before hanging up and going to some store.

It took him a lot of time to find one that was still open and after that he ran to your house.

Pedri thanked him for coming after Gavi started to give him some lessons about his behaviour towards his sister.

When you heard someone knocking at your door, you were sure it was your brother so you didn't respond, pretending to be asleep. The door eventually open and it revealed you your boyfriend with a bag in his hands.

"Hi.." he said quietly and sweetly, putting his hand on one of your legs.

"Pablo.."

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. You opened the lights and you hugged him, being really emotional.

"Oh, sweet girl"

You wanted to ask him so many questions, but he promised to tell you everything tomorrow morning and that he will stau with you this night.

When he gave you the bag and you saw all your favorite foods and some pads, you were on he edge of tears.

"Thank youu."

"De nada, amorcito."

After you ate until you were full, he cuddled you, making sure you were save and comfortable.

Your cramps were bad, but being close to Gavi made you forget about them, only thinking about his lips and body. You were really horny this period of the month and Gavi knew that, but promised you that he will give you a nice time after you finish it.

Now, his lips on your neck and lips were enough for you.

"Can you tell me a story, please?" you asked him.

"I don't know a story,cariño."

"Anything..please"

He eventually gave up and took his phone out to read you something. After a short time, you were already asleep in his arms, while he was looking at you sweetly, kissing your forehead time to time.

"Te quiero, y/n"

2nd Masterlist

I hope you like this and I'm sorry for the wait!

[manheeiim]

chapter seven: don't need to be told

-- a ghostly love masterlist

I looked into Wally’s eyes, completely flustered. I wanted to look into his eyes but at the same time, I felt the urge to look away due to embarrassment. “I’m.. um, going to go to Charley.” I tell Wally. He raises his eyebrows a little but not really in a shocked way, more of a “I know what I do to you” way. 

“Yeah, alright.” He says and nods, looking over at Charley.

I hesitated before walking off to Charley who was still stabbing the football equipment with a stick.

“Charley!” I yell, trying to get his attention over his screaming. “Charley!” I say again.

The boy looks over at me, catching his breath. “Oh, hey, Lucia.” He greets me.

“Hey.” I smile.

“What’s up?” Charley asks.

“Nothing.. I just.. you said that I can talk to you if I needed to, right?” I asked. 

“Yeah, of course.” Charley tells me.

“Well, it’s more of a question actually.” I say and he nods, signaling for me to go on. “Did Wally have a girlfriend before he died?” I ask, guessing that he did.

“Yeah, he did. He talked about her a lot when he first died but after a while, he’d only mention her every once in a while. Honestly, I think he only did that to annoy us.” Charley answered. “But, ever since you got here, he hasn’t mentioned her once.” He tells me.

“Oh, um, okay.” I awkwardly say.

“Why? You have a crush?” Charley asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Don’t even. I don’t have a crush on Wally, or anyone for that matter.” I lied.

Charley looks at me with a “yeah, right” look. “Whatever you say, Lucia.” He tells me.

I look over at the football equipment, “Have fun, Charley.” I say, patting his arm gently before walking off.

<3

I walked down the crowded hallway of my school. As I walked, I looked around at the people that I knew and didn’t know so well. As I was walking, I spotted my best friend, Chloe. She was standing with two other cheerleaders on the team. The two girls were talking while Chloe just listened, nodding along, and making sounds like “Mm-hm” as a way to somewhat contribute to the conversation.

It looked like she wasn’t taking my death too well. Maybe this is wrong, but I’m kind of glad. Well, not that she’s feeling this way, definitely not. I’m just glad that I can see that someone actually cares, even if that’s a little self-involved.

The bell rang, meaning it was time for the next class. “Let’s go to lunch.” One of the girls said.

Chloe and the other girl followed after this girl, all heading to lunch. I watched as they walked away, just standing there. I then looked down at my cheer uniform and adjusted it a little with a sigh. I looked ahead, and continued walking down the hall.

<3

“I’m afraid reciting all of Ginsberg might have us howl-ing at the end.” Mr. Martin says as he stood in front of a chalkboard and we all sat in a circle. Charley gave him a sorry smile as no one was really laughing or even smiling at the joke. Mr. Martin awkwardly cleared his throat, “Lucia, do you have anything that you want to do over the weekend?” He asked me.

“I need to figure out if I’m a bad person or not.” I answered.

“Um.. I don’t really know if that’s fun but I’ll put that on the board.” Mr. Martin says, turning towards the board. “Hmmm, I’ll put “self-reflect” on the board.” He said as he wrote it down.

“Why do you think you’re a bad person?” Wally asked me.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she was one.” Rhonda commented.

I do my best to ignore Rhonda’s comment as I look at Wally. I think for a moment, wanting to know how to phrase this properly. I then looked down at my lap, “I think that I’m a bad person because I felt kind of good after seeing my best friend obviously sad about my death.” I say.

“Yeah, definitely a bad person.” Rhonda said, nodding her head.

“Wait, Rhonda. Let her explain.” Mr. Martin told her before looking at me.

“It’s not that I felt good in a “I’m so happy that she’s sad right now” way, but more that I felt good in a sense that seeing her like that made me feel cared about.” I tell Mr. Martin. 

“Hm, well that makes sense. You needed reassurance. That’s normal.” Mr. Martin tells me.

“I guess so.” Is all I say as I look at the board behind him. “Movie night?” I say and Mr. Martin nods.

“We figured it’d be a good way to break up the monotony.” Mr. Martin explains.

“If I may,” Charley spoke and I looked over at him. “to be fair, watching the same fives sports movies over and over again is kind of monotonous, Mr. Martin.” He says while looking at Wally.

“I thought you loved Rudy.” Wally says.

“No.” Charley responded. 

“Wow.” Wally exclaims. “Just w- I can’t even.” Wally says

“Wait, what’s Rudy?” I ask Wally who gasps. 

“If you want to be with me, you have to watch Rudy.” Wally says.

“Who said I wanted to be with you?” I asked, teasing him. “No one had to say anything, I could tell.” Wally responded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back and spread his legs.

<3

I was sitting down on a couch in the library, Rhonda on the floor near me, a book in a hand as she drank from someone’s cup. Not that it mattered anymore nor did it affect this person. Wally and Charley were looking for movies. 

“Okay, Bull Durham.” Wally suggested to Charley who’s on the other side of the bookshelf.

“Eh, too much baseball.” Charley told him.

“Okay,” Wally looks through the movies on the shelf, “The Natural.” He suggested. 

“Way too much baseball.” Charley says.

“Boom, we got it.” Wally gets another one. “Rad Racing.” He held up the movie.

“Oh, is that the one where they do the BMX bike ballet at the school dance?” Charley asked Wally.

Wally nods, “Yeah, it is. And it’s freakin’ amazing.” Wally told him. 

“Oh, no. It’s absolutely not though.” Charley retorted.

<3

We all gathered in the kitchen to get some food and some food for the movie night we were having. I grabbed a salad before walking over to Wally who was grabbing a bunch of food and putting it on the cart. I look at all the things he had on the cart.

He glanced over at me as he opened a container-shelf-thingy and took a cookie out of it. “Want a cookie?” He asked me.

“Sure.” I say and he hands me one.

I take a bite and immediately scrunch my nose at the taste. I swallow it down. “It’s bad?” Wally asked and I nodded. He holds his hand out to take it and so I give it to him. He then takes a bite and makes a face as well. We continued to walk when a janitor walked by with an open container. Wally put his arm out in front of me and dropped the cookie in the tray, making me smile.

We walked over to Rhonda and Charley and I looked over to see Chloe walking through the cafeteria with the other girls, seemingly having just had practiced. “Um… one sec.” I say before walking over to them, following after them and leaving the others behind. Yes, that sounded creepy, but it was only so that I could see how she was doing.

<3

Chloe said goodbye to the girls before she walked over to the bus stop bench and sat down. I’d completely forgotten that this would be what she’d have to do after practice now. Before, I used to just drive her home since she didn’t have her license. Now, since I wasn’t here, she had to take the bus. Or, actually, she could have ridden with someone else on the team but I get it, they could be a lot sometimes.

I sat down next to her as she leaned back, I could see her holding back tears. I watched as they slid down her cheek and I watched as she started sobbing. I felt awkward. I always did in situations like this. I was never good at comforting people when they were upset in life, nor was I in death. Not that I could comfort her anyways. I was just, never really taught that skill.

I glanced over after seeing something in the corner of my eye and I was met with Rhonda, Charley, and Wally standing on the other side of the glass bus stop-thing. I looked over at them before I got up from the bench, walking over to them. “Who’s that?” Charley asked.

“My best friend, Chloe.” I answered.

“Oh.” Is all he said. “Hasn’t been taking it well, has she?” Charley asked.

“I mean, would you if your best friend died?” Rhonda asked him.

“True.” Charley said.

“Let’s just… go inside.” I say, shrugging, refusing to look over at Chloe again.

Charley just nods before leading the way, Rhonda goes with him and Wally stays behind with me. 

“Are you good?” Wally asked me.

“I’m- I’m fine.” I simply answered.

“You sure?” Wally asked.

“Yep.” I told him. “I mean, it’s just.. I feel bad.” I shrugged.

“It’s not your fault, you know? You dying. It was just a.. freak accident. Just like how I died.” Wally told me. 

I think about what he said for a moment, “You said you died at the homecoming game, right?” I asked him.

“Yeah.” Wally told me. I just nodded, not really knowing what to say. Once again, I’m not the best when it comes to comforting people. 

“Let’s just go inside.” I told him.

“Sure.” He said, understanding.

[seriousbrat]

Why do you like snape

Why? because he's an interesting, complex character and I love his dysfunctional friendship with Lily.

he's not "good" but that's not why I like characters, I also love James and Sirius but their flaws and growth are what make them compelling to me, just like with Snape. I don't care for a woobified version of these characters that makes them into harmless little puppies who did nothing wrong, nor do I like when they're made out to be unreasonably evil and irredeemable bc neither is true. this might get a bit long sorry:

I see Sev as a child as being caught between two worlds. On the one hand his Muggle father represents everything he hates. Violent, belligerent, ignorant, careless and cruel to his loved ones, (and this is my hc) overly obsessed with football to the point where Leicester City's losses had a profound effect on stability in the home. I think growing up with Tobias and seeing the way he acted, esp at the pub with his Muggle mates, had a lot to do with Sev's prejudice towards Muggles. Even kinder Muggles like the Evanses I think he viewed as lesser. He was drawn to Lily, yes she was pretty but she was also a witch, the only other connection to the wizarding world in Cokeworth.

On the other hand, his mother. I think Sev's relationship with his mother was much more complex. I do think he resented Eileen for not using her magic to stand up to Tobias (imo she was like Merope where her magic diminished in the presence of her abuser) and basically dooming him to life as a half-blood, but he did seek to connect to her, to her heritage as a witch. he viewed this as an escape route from the oppressive "muggleness" of Tobias and also as proof that mixing with muggles was a bad thing for wizards.

Interestingly enough I think Sirius did a similar thing in plastering his bedroom with muggle stuff to underline his differences from his parents, but the similarities between the two are another story

I think Sev viewed himself as constantly being held back by his blood, by his Muggle upbringing. He resented people like James and Sirius and his fellow Slytherins for their privilege, which had as much to do with class as it did with blood. Here's a really good post on how class defines snape as a character. (though idk where they're getting the black country, it was only ever confirmed to be in the midlands but still. great post)

Finally going to Hogwarts wasn't the great liberation he'd pictured, however. I mean in some ways it was but he was immensely unpopular from day one. Obviously James and Sirius were horrible to him, but he wasn't accepted by the Slytherins either at first. His friendship with Lily did not help matters, and I think sometimes he was a bit embarrassed about it, as was she. They stuck by each other though, and that's something

He was desperate in school to gain validation, recognition despite (what he saw as) his great disadvantage as a half-blood. So when Mulciber and Avery started noticing his talent and bringing him in, he eagerly accepted their friendship and (imo) Mulciber especially put in A LOT of work to radicalise him, preying on his doubts and insecurities and feeding into the worst parts of him. Not that it's all Mulciber's fault, Sev still made Choices™ but I think we underestimate how easy it is for children, young boys especially, to be radicalised into hate groups. It's sad and I think that's an interesting thing to explore, for me at least.

My headcanon but in SWM he called Lily a mudblood not bc he truly believed it, but because his slytherin friends were present and he couldn't bear being humiliated in front of them. Again this isn't a justification, but I don't actually think he had much against Muggleborns, though he did view Lily with a sort of paternalistic air. He thought she was hampered by her upbringing (not true) and related to her in that sense. No one talks about this but in DH he tells Phineas Nigellus not to call Hermione a mudblood. That's growth baby

ofc he was very prejudiced against Muggles. it went too far in his case, but I'd argue that a lot of characters in HP display a tendency to view Muggles as stupid or ignorant, even if it is in a good-natured, condescending sort of way. imo Arthur Weasley as a character is supposed to show that wizards are just as bumbling and clueless about Muggles. Importantly, I think Harry himself does this sometimes, because of how the Dursleys treated him

ANyway, I think a fundamental thing is that his love for Lily superseded all of this in the end. Imo he was trying to protect her, always, and despite his heartbreak at the loss of their friendship I think on some level he was relieved that their distance meant she was kept away from the likes of Avery and Mulciber. And also WEIRD hc but I think a part of him almost... trusted James to keep her safe. Yes this is all very condescending, but that's Severus imo

Obv the picture I'm painting isn't especially pleasant, but so what? He's miles better than the other DE characters that fandom fawns over. He was still a scared, insecure, abused little boy once, and that justifies nothing but ultimately he sacrificed everything to do the right thing. Yeah it was largely about Lily, but honestly he fucking hated Harry's guts and still did everything in his power to protect him. To me he's an incredibly tragic character and a compelling one. Not everyone has to like him, and there's a lot of reasons not to but I do.

[pablitogaviobsessed]

On the terrace part 2

You can find the first part here.

It was Champions League final tonight and you were already in the stadium. You and your dance company already reheashed the choreography for a few times and now you were getting ready. You fixed your hair, put your make-up on and put on your costume. You already put on your lipstick when you got a message on Instagram. Your eyes widened when you saw that it was Gavi.

Gavi: Hi! Are you here in the stadium? Y/N: Yeah for a couple hours now. Why? Gavi: Can we meet up for a few minutes? Y/N: Yeah sure. Where? Gavi: At the beginning of the corridor where the changing rooms are. Y/N: Okay I'm going.

You put your phone down and went to the door.

"Y/N where are you going?" one of your teammates asked.

"To Gavi. He messaged me that he wants to meet me up for a few minutes." everyone started to jumping and screaming around you. "Okay girls calm down. I'll come back soon." you opened the door and went to Gavi who was already there. "Hi Gavi!" you said hello to him and came into his field of vision. He thought he's gonna faint when he saw you.

"Wow... you look... amazing." first you didn't know what he was talking about but then you realized that you were in your dancer mode, you looked completely different and he was blushing really hard.

"Thank you!" you blushed as well. "Sooo... why did you want to meet up? you asked him.

"No specific reason, I just wanted to see you before the match and it was totally worth it." he looked up and down at you and you blushed even more. "Will you watch the match or you just gonna dance?" he asked with hope in his eyes.

"Yes I will. I would never let this chance flop." you smiled at him.

"And where will you sit?" he asked with the happiest smile on his face.

"In the front row. It will be easy to find me." you laughed nervously.

"Y/N!! Come back! We have to warm up again and our coach will be here soon. She will kill us if we are not warmed up enough." one of your teammate shouted and you knew that she was right and you have to go back.

"I'm sorry but I have to go back. I don't wanna get injured." you said with sadness in your eyes but you discovered sadness in Gavi's eyes, too. You decided to cheer him up so you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Visca Barca!" you winked at him and went back to your locker room. Gavi also went back to his locker room and his teammates immediately asked about where he was.

"Where were you Gavi? And what is it on your face?" Ansu asked him. Poor little Gavi didn't know that you leave your mark on him. You neither.

"What are you talking about? I don't have anything on my face." Ansu took him to the mirror and showed what he was talking about.

"It's lipstick Gavi, red lipstick." when the boys heard the 'lipstick' everyone turned their head into Gavi's direction.

"Hermano, your getting yourself a girl and don't even tell about us anything? Pedri slapped him ont the back. Gavi was a blushing mess now. He was proud of himself but in the meantime he was also embarrassed.

"It's not important now. We should concentrate on the match. It's the Champions Leauge final." he said changing the subject.

It was preformance time for you. You stood on the stage and waited for the music to start. When it started you and your teammates started the first movement and did your job. The dance went perfect, nobody failed anything, everything was perfect.

Everyone went back to the locker rooms and everyone tried to get some air into their lungs. After all, it was a 15 minutes preformance. You danced through 15 minutes and you survived. Your coach congratulated for everyone for the most perfect preformance she has ever seen. You and your football bestie teammate were already changing, getting off the make up and running to the front row seats to get there in time for the kick-off.

Luckly you get there in time and both of you saw the kick-off. Your eyes immediately started to look for Gavi. You found him and you saw something on his face. Your teammate noticed too.

"What's on his face? It's something red as I see." she tried to figure it out but she didn't know what it could be. You also tried to figure out what it could be.

"Oh shit..." you realized.

"What is it?" your teammate asked.

"Nothing important." you said to her while you were cursing yourself. You didn't do it on purpose. But you were shocked that he didn't even get it off of his face.

The match was over and it was 4-2 for Barcelona. They won. You were the happiest culer right there. Not to mention that Gavi dedicated his goal to you. You made a bunch of pictures and videos of the celebration. When you were scrolling through the pictures you got a message from Gavi.

Gavi: Let's meet up again on the same place.

You didn't even aswer just go to Gavi. He was already there again, you ran towards him and you hugged him.

"You won! I'm so proud of you Gavi!" you celebrated and you released the hug then you noticed the the mark is still on his face. "Shit, Gavi, I'm sorry for the lipstick I didn't mean to do it." you apologised.

"Don't worry I don't mind." he smiled at you. You blushed because of the embarrassement.

"So, how does it feel to be a Champions League winner?" you asked.

"Incredible. And your preformance was stunning. You are the most talented and the most beautiful dancer I've ever met." he put your hair behind your ear and looked deeply into your eyes. "Would you mind if I take you out for a dinner after the parade? I really want to celebrate our win with you." he asked nervously even though he knew the answer.

"I would love that. Just text me when you want to take me out." you smiled at him and blushed as well. After all, Pablo Gavi wanted to take you out for a dinner. "But now go and celebrate with your team and your family." you got closer to Gavi and gave him a quick kiss on his lips but now without any red lipstick. "See you later, Campeon!" You went back to the locker room and immediately told the girls everything. Everyone was screaming and jumping and everybody did everything. During the big celebrations you left a message to Gavi.

Y/N: Now I did that on purpose ;) Gavi: I still don't mind it <3

Gavi sent you a heart. Yeah... now you were really look forward to that dinner.

[hekate1308]

Fictober 9, Don't Listen To Me, Listen To Them

Prompt: Don't listen To me, Listen To Them

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley/Dean Winchester

The new guy – of course everyone still calls him the new guy, he’s only been living in Lawrence for a year, so he’ll carry that with him until either someone else moves here or he goes to college with the later much more likely – arrived a year ago and promptly decided he would much rather be an outsider than try and fit in, and Dean has always respected that. He might be a good kid, well, a good enough kid, helping Dad at the garage during the weekends, getting grades that are passable enough, going out with girls on the weekends because that’s what a guy like him is supposed to do, even though sometimes his eyes stray in other directions as well, only he’ll never admit it –

The point is, of course he noticed the new guy, and he knew immediately that he would be trouble so he’s stayed away.

What kind of name even is Crowley? Yeah, he has a first name, but the one and only time Gordon tried to call him that and laugh at him about it he showed him exactly what he thought of it and since then no one has dared try to make fun of him.

Dean, meanwhile – he hasn’t really talked to him, or even looked in his reaction, because Crowley is known to be a troublemaker, even though so far he has seen no evidence of it, and he doesn’t want to be known as the friend of the troublemaker, he can already imagine what dad would have to say… and Mom would probably just look at him with sad eyes again, as she is wont to do when she is not busy with Sam and his extracurricular activities.

Whatever. Dean knows he’s not supposed to talk to Crowley, so he doesn’t.

Until the day when he’s snuck away to the library once again because it’s the one thing, the one place he has where he doesn’t have to pretend that he’s this jock who only cares about football and cars (not that he doesn’t – he does – it’s just that he very much cares about other things too, things no one else knows) and he turns a corner and there he is. Crowley. Large as life and twice as natural (again, no one will ever know that he likes to read).

Dean really should back away, so he says “Hi”.

Crowley turns and looks at him and then says, “Dean Winchester.”

He’s not surprised that he knows who he is. Crowley knowns everyone, that’s what they say. “Hey.”

He studies him, then raises an eyebrow, although whether in surprise or contempt he can’t say probably the later. “What are you doing Herer?”

He might tell him that he has as much a right to be here as Crowley himself since it’s the library but instead he answers, “Wanna find something go read.”

“That should not be too difficult in a library.”

He snorts. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“If you believe that to be an actual quote, might I suggest you start with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s actual –“

“Already worked through them all” he interrupts him because the guy has somehow hit an nerve he usually manages to keep hidden. “Even The Lost World. Jurassic Park was just a cheap copy. Broke my heart.”

Crowley stares at him, and this time, there is no doubt – he has actually baffled him. Dean sort of feels proud at that.

They become something like friends after that, sneaking around to meet and having fun by planning things like reporting the unfair math teacher for using drugs in the breakroom after he’s been mean to Garth too many times.

And Dean becomes very ware very quickly that Crowley understands him in a way no one else ever has, and ever will, and that he shouldn’t care Abouzt that, but does, most definitely does.

And then the rumours about them start. They don’t reach the teachers, or Dad, thank God, but still.

On a day where Dean’s been asked a couple of questions by his other friends about Crowley, said guy looks at him as they share a cigarette on the roof and says, “It’s been fun.”

“It still is” he tells him the truth “Just because some of the others think this is weird – “

“Don't listen to me, listen to them. Things are only going too get complicated…"

Crowley trails off and Dean doesn’t understand until he turns his head and sees the same longing on his face that he himself has been feeling.

And, even though he probably should not, no, he definitely, shouldn’t, he moves forward, and they kiss right there in the library, where they met for the first time.

When it eventually becomes known, Dad all but has a heart attack of course although he eventually learns to deal with it, after college, that is, with Crowly’s well-running consulting business and Dean’s political career well established.

[stardustsea]

you get one of each because i'm stalling reading tsc and also trying to figure out how to make breakfast

fmk, would you rathers, or have you evers!

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

ask me anything about a fandom, character, or ship (unpopular opinions!)

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

ask me about my headcanons! (be specific!)

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

make me choose?? (between anything!)

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

tell me about your crushes (tumblr + real life!)

when i was a junior in high school i went to a football game with a girl and it was cold on account of being night time and she let me wear her jacket. we never ended up going out or anything but i think that was peak romance and it ruined me for all other people forever probably

rec me stuff! (films, books, shows, clothing shops, anything!)

i have been absolutely VIBING the fuck out of the new glass animals single it's called creature in heaven and i adore it so much

ask me for recs! (^^^)

all time favorite lego set ?

vent to me! tell me about your day, what are you looking forward to??

vibing in my pajamas because i'm still lowkey devestated about leafs hockey but we r powering through. perhaps i will acquire a little treat for stars tn

what you’re thinking about/doing right now!

what i Should be doing is putting my standing desk together so i don't have to work hunched over like a gremlin all day but instead i think i will watch the new movie adaption of a john green book that came out on max this week because unfortunately that weird old man has the same chokehold on me that he did when i was 16 you know how it is

talk to me about anything!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

go read tsc i wanna talk about it 😭 but i love you

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

changing fmk to hug-befriend-push into pool bc otherwise the answer is none for any but: hug alex, befriend luke (i have to bully him i HAVE to), push reggie into pool (lovingly, i think he'd enjoy it)

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

hmmm was gonna say one but it wouldn't be that hard to get some kind of rainbow colored accessory so 7

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

i've jumped off many boats into water! usually in the middle of lakes. i've also been scuba diving mildly far out into ocean

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

love her dearly! we all know i'm a buddie truther 'til i die but bucktommy has been so fun to watch and i'll be sad when it ends

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

hmm idk how niche this is but i'll die on the hill that he's not nearly as bad with general touching from people as some of the fandom seems to think he is

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

aaaaaaaaa at beginning of this season i would've said kraken and i'm still kinda leaning that way but ask me again when kraken are done making offseason moves

all time favorite lego set ?

i really enjoyed the succulents and little plants ones!

bonus things

that is a fun song. i'm also still in my pajamas if that helps. enjoy turtles!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

have had a very lazy morning/afternoon. too lazy perhaps. but i might try to go look for shorts at target today

[your-local-baguette]

Broooo i got the request but then I didn’t like send it to you I posted on my account😞 here’s the whole thing again “HEYYY ITS ME AGAIN but this time with a different character okay so Leonardo Luna and reader get into a fight about like him flirting with other women as a joke but reader doesn’t like it and like it starts up a big fight and Luna goes out to calm down and leaves reader alone crying sad heartbroken and he later comes back and reader is still crying on the floor of the living room and Luna feels instantly guilty and like apologizes to the reader and starts hugging kissing her and they make up (you can change the end it was a bit rushed)” OMG THAT TOOK SO LONG TO REWRITE BROOOO and my also called me so it took even longer😞😞😞

But like girl/boyyy, how do you come up with these, like i got rid of all my imagination with wattpad so like, thank you sooo much. But i picture Luna doing that so much, he absolutely loves and adores the reader. So yea enjoy 👍

You and luna were walking down the streets, a few folks here and there waved, recognizing the football player. You spotted a public restroom and indicated your lover to wait for you here, he nodded , hand on his hip.

Just has you entered the bathroom, another one grasped the chance, she walked up to him and extended her hand, to which he raised an eyebrow" i loved your play, it was amazing. Im ( insert bitch name), nice to meet you!" He nodded, shaking her hand hesitantly, when he let go, she slightly squeezed it.

She talked and talked, going deeper into a conversation, the woman was clearly flirting with him, he flirted back, taking in the opportunity' why not make y/n jealous'

You walked back to them, you extended your hand to the woman, asking her if she knew him. " Who might you be ?" She said which such confidence " y/n leonardo, nice to meet you!" She froze on the spot and apologized" im sorry, I didn't know he was taken" you lift an eyebrow brushing it off, you knew it was a complete lie, the shining ring on his finger, the fake smile as he talked to her. You waved toward her, waiting for her to far away" really ?" You asked bit even sparing him a glance" come on~, relaaax. It's just for fun" you rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing his hand" come on lets go" you tilted your head towards the direction. He nodded following you..

It was after a good hour walk and lot kf flirting with other women that you started frowning and doubting what going on. You made it back home, you pushed his shoulder to the kitchen, he sat down and you did as well, facing him. " Luna. If there something in our relationship bothering you. Tell me, i'll do my best to fix it and help with whatever you're going through" you said worryingly, he didn't expect you, the chillest partner ever, to take this so seriously.

" it's nothing to worry about really. Im alright"" i Trust you luna, but if something bothering you, i want to know so i can help okay ?" He nodded...

His behaviour kept on going for quite a while.

You were standing arms crossed in front of your chest." Luna. Could you stop flirting with other women. Especially in front kf me. I don't like it" " babe. Relax, it's nothing" you held back the tears, they were fighting for balance at the corners of your eyes." No luna. You don't get my point. You're hurting my feelings when you do this" " okay?" You gritted your teeths, tears starting to fall down." I swear. You drive me fucking mad like this" you muttered, you tried to keep your composure, not to yell at him. Hurting his feelings was the last thing you wanted to do." Please luna. Stop it, my heart breaking everytime you're doing this. I can't take it anymore. I want you to acknowledge my feelings! God damm it!" There it was, you yelled at him" wait luna, sorry i didn't mean to yell at yo-" he stayed silent" say something for goodness sake!" The tears started falling down even faster, he turned his back walking out and taking some fresh air. He left you crying in the corner of the living room, sobs were the only thing heard in the whole appartement, only to reach no one's ears, only the faded.

His fist hit a wall,' shit! It went too far' he was mad st himself, he had never seen you so mad. He was planning only to flirt a little but it went way too far, he had to go back but he can't stand your teared up face, eyes silently begging for help.

The door was heard, your sobs reaching his ears. His eyes laid on your figure, hugging your knees, crying your heart out. His big hand reach the top of your head, petting it awkwardly, he was awfully bad at apologizing. He turned his head away, not bearing to see you're crying face. He felt your cheek leaning in his touch, that's when he knew; you were willing to hear him out....

[canigetacupofugh]

I'm just so tired of these assholes who think women and men cannot be friends. It's always homophobic men who think interests are gendered, or fuckin' try-hard women who want those men. Cool, you can have each other.

It's just frustrating for me because 1) Most of my closest friends are dudes and 2) Most of my interests are things these assholes would say are for men. Nothing I say can possibly be correct, I'm lying or tricked!

I'm tired of assholes who want to dictate how I feel, what's allowed, etcetera, based on THEIR rules for what's in MY pants. Fuck off with your noise.

These people seem to forget that unattractive people exist too.

There's just SO MUCH contradicting their opinion it hurts my brain and makes me mad-sad. Fucking toxic masculinity hurting everybody again.

This mindset devalues unattractive people, non-hetero people, and trans people. So, if men and women can't be friends, then is a trans woman only really friends with men or women? If a woman is a lesbian, can SHE be friends with hetero men? What if somebody is a trans woman and a lesbian - who can they be friends with? What if any of these people are just ugly, but tell amazing jokes? If the best joke ever told is uttered by an ugly woman, is it still funny? (this is angry sarcasm)

This mindset genders interests and gatekeeps them. Really? No woman could possibly like football or hunting? No man can like fashion or romcoms? So, what about TTRPGs? What about video games? What about cooking? Are you going to tell me cooking is a woman's job- What about professional chefs? Whatever it is that's you're interested in Mr. Man, is it really impossible there isn't a woman who also likes this and you don't want to bone her? What about your mom? Do you not have ANYTHING you can talk about with your mom? Or maybe you want to bone your mom?

This mindset encourages rape culture - to their minds men are just too out of control to be expected to not want to bone ALL women! They can't possibly be a friend with one - women's interests are weak and females can't possibly enjoy masculine interests! When they say they do, they just want men to find them attractive!

It just depresses me and makes me angry. Because I have been good friends with men whom I was attracted to and who I was not - and both have led to great friendships. It's almost as if, hear me out, sex isn't the most important thing! And as if I saw them as human beings and not walking fuck-opportunities.

It makes me sad because how shallow are these people's lives??? There's so much they're missing out on!

There's no point in arguing with them. My goal would be for them to see women as peers so there's less oppression, AND so they can reap the benefits of friendship - but if they see my point, then they were wrong, and apparently being wrong is a huge sin or makes your dick smaller or something.

God forbid some nice woman on the internet tell you that ugly women are interesting or that hot women really can like model trains or cigars and whiskey. GOD FORBID they get to see women as peers and human beings instead of walking fuck opportunities!

[hard-core-super-star]

allow me to ask you again then lmao: have you read any kate fics that made you happy with so much cuteness, giggling and rolling around? you could say some of yours, yes, but I've already read and reread them 😭 kshskakgkwk I imagine you casually eating something after you've written the gayest or most sinful thing in the world, even both at the same time- woah wait, at the last minute you literally become the flash, but in the writer version, right??? I'm so honored that you have something of mine on your wall 👀 I think it can be both lmao.

look at us, disagreeing again. OKAY I take it back, glad you're going to spill more of these obvious thoughts. yeah, I like doing this as much as you like having me as your only star.

the moment I read “Crybaby” I thought you were talking about melanie martinez and I was like ???? you must have been taken by surprise, right? jdjskksk It was cute and the fact that it was on the 19th still reinforces my thought that this is so fuckin' cool 😙

SORRY BUT I thought you were going to say that you use Instagram to get bullied for those football pics lmao. I'm going to stop making fun of this and I'm going to be sad for you from now on, I'm sorry, don't tell this to the jury 😶 but... but we're the same age. no, it's not a conservative belief kwhsjkaqk I was saying this in relation to other topics in general. but it's literally not their fault, it's the parents' fault, which doesn't make things any better either.

it seems like you also have a great sense of judgment to be saying that. just letting you know 😌

sorry lmfao it's funny to say that... I'll probably do it more often. and your brain takes some breaks? when you're sleeping it doesn't count. STOP LMAO with just TWO names you convinced me to watch something more easily than anyone else has ever done. my smile disappearing with the “subtext” part. I THINK YOU SHOULD GIVE ME ANOTHER STAR WITH A MORE ELABORATED APOLOGY!!! kdhakakak good to know, I did my best on this one, and it was definitely not for that reason. nuh-uh.

– 🌟

the way i knew you were going to ask this again and i still couldn't come up with anything but my own fics. i feel like such a narcissist right now lmao. i also doubt i’ll be able to come up with a fic that isn't written by the authors i put on my recommended list a while ago. aksksjsjsj yeah, that happens very often. i’ll write my filthy gay smut and then i’ll go into the kitchen to make my dinner as if nothing happened. LITERALLY, i freak out and then my fingers fly across the keyboard at superspeed. you should be honored ☺️

mhmm, you want to tell me more about how glad you are? 👀 i- you know what? i’ll let this one slide this time.

you- i didn't wear my Crybaby shirt in honor of you today for you to mix tegan and sara up with melanie martinez. [picture of me and my cool shirt not included, btw] my heart stopped in a very literal way that day. i guess i’ll have no other choice than agree since you still haven't changed your mind about it being cool.

alsksjjsjsjs yes, that too but i prefer not to think about it 😐 the jury is very aware of you bringing this up and it will affect their future decisions. …my darling star, did you miss the part where i said exceptions exist? i’d love to know what these more conservative beliefs are ‘cause i can't think of any rn. i agree with that. but also, i was a kid once so i know it's not always the parents who are at fault.

i think you might be right 😁

you've got to stop describing it as funny, smh. hey, sleeping does count! it's like the only break i get nowadays. i knew it would work! thank me later. i mean, it's very obvious subtext so it may as well just be text. I KNEW IT WOULDN’T TAKE LONG FOR YOU TO ASK FOR ANOTHER STAR! don't take advantage of my kindness 👀 uh-huh, i guess i’ll believe you.

[aswirlingvortex]

the acl

I would've written myself a letter but this felt less personal. Almost like writing a letter is like addressing one too many people. It's the expectation that I will need to read it at some point, whereas here I don't ever have to read it, necessarily, just know that it's something I can come back to if I want to.

I'm watching a podcast with Viv Miedema and she was talking about her ACL recovery and about going from being a child who approaches everything like running, jumping, etc. with no fear whereas post injury it's knowing that your body has let you down so you doubt yourself much more. Her saying that she has found recovery, even with world class staff and physios, scary and uncertain. Dugmore, the host, noted that with 'normal people' they don't necessarily align themselves with their physical abilities whereas it's a bit different if you're a footballer. Not playing at a high level could lead to having a completely altered sense of self.

But I don't think that's limited to being an athlete. Perhaps it's the ADHD in me but being told I can't do something is my greatest motivation. And so hurting my knee has been the single greatest upset of my life. I think it truly does define this year of my life, and I haven't noticed how it's seeped into everything I am.

There is no sadness quite like being left out an activity, left on the side, and having to watch other people have fun. And them telling you that you're not allowed to join. Being left out of plans, things you would love to do, and knowing that you're limited. I always wanted to try everything as a child. Sometimes I would get to the edge and cop out, or get scared. But I would almost always feel like I let myself down if I ever did leave without giving it a go. And I always felt elated for trying.

I remember the first time I jumped off the 5m diving board at my local swimming pool. The elation of the adrenaline rush was incredible. I instilled at some point a fear of heights, because it is scary, but I want to do anything that is possible. What scares me now is that I am less fit than I was as a child. Falling now bruises and hurts. I'm heavier than I was, so there's just something off balance that I'm not practiced at.

So these past 8 months have been a process of learning how to be okay with not trusting myself. First it was because I thought I should be better, and I had the wrong diagnosis. It was realising that I was forever changed by one event, one choice, in a game where I finally felt like I was playing. It was the uncertainty and frustration that came with trying and failing time and time and time again with things that used to bring me joy. I love doing a lowkey kick about with friends, running around. I have always been that kind of kid.

Having a proper diagnosis has helped. Now I listen when they say sit back for now. Because I know there is a timeline and a recovery. But of course I don't have world class specialists at my feet, or knee. Who knows what the post surgery world will look like. I need to develop so much strength and fitness to ever be back where I was pre-injury, and that's just to regain my own mental strength. Because I will now always consider how something will affect, or could affect my knee.

I have been fortunate to never have a significant injury before. I didn't understand my friend's bitterness until now – she hurt her knee skiing and couldn't do dance like she used to. And tasting limits hasn't been fun.

I think there is clarity and peace and that is calming. But I will not take impulsivity for granted. I have an ability to walk, and get around. which is more than some people have. And I will do everything I can to gain my childhood carelessness again.

I can't wait to jump from trees.